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TO THE KINGS MAIESTIE OF SCOTLAND.
If ALEXANDER sighed vvhen he came,Vnto the Tomb vvhere fierce ACHILLES lay:
If he had cause, that blessed age to blame,
Since HOMER lacks his merites to display.
If he vvith teares his sorrovves did bevvray,
To see his Father PHILIP conquer all,
And that more Worlds behinde there did not stay,
Which for revvard of his deserts might fall:
Then may I mone, our times, our iudgement small,
Vnvvorthy records of your sacred skill;
Then must our Poets on nevv Muses call,
To graunt them guifts to imitate your quill.
I like the flie, that burneth in the flame,
Should shevv my blindnes to attempt the same.
HENRIE LOK.
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